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¶Another Sonet thence taken.
ZEphirus brings the time sweetly senteth with flowers and hearbs, which Winters frost exileth: Progne now chirpeth, Philomel lamentesh, Flora the Garlands white and red compileth: Fields doo reioyce, the frowning skie relenteth, Ioue to behold his dearest daughter smileth: The ayre, the water, the earth to ioy consenteth, each creature now to loue him reconcileth. But with me wretch, the stormes of woe perseuer, and heauie sighs which from my hart she straineth That tooke the key thereof to heauen for euer, so that singing of birds, and spring-times flowring: And Ladies loue that mens affection gaineth, are like a Desert, and cruell beasts deuouring.FINIS.